Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me? many [are] they that rise up against me.
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many [there are] who say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. (Selah)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me on all sides.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation [belongeth] to the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. (Selah)
Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
